Did I mention Henry is amazing-tastic?
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Pre-game and batting practice.
My due date, November 1, came and went and no baby. I was doing everything I could think of to get ready to give birth. Unfortunately, the only thing I could think of was painting my toenails so they didn't look all gnarly in the delivery room. Do you know how difficult it is to paint your toenails with a big ol' bowling ball under your shirt?
I know I look all happy in this photo but it's probably because I just finished resting up and catching my breath from painting one toenail.
My parents and I took lots of walks around the neighborhood and to the Belle Isle Conservatory when it got too cold to be outside. Oh sweet maternity leggings. Don't worry, I didn't wear them out in public until the last week.
I was happy on this day because I could still shove my feet in my beloved Keens! I was unhappy on this day because I was still pregnant and knew Optimus Prime was growing bigger every day and was constantly thinking about where he needed to come out...
Even Willie Horton was getting tired of waiting for Optimus Prime's birth...
When my parents and I went anywhere in the city, I insisted on driving. I like to drive because I get motion sick pretty easily and it was just easier since I knew where I was going. On Thursday November 4, we decided to go to the bookstore to get a couple birthday presents and then we were going to go get lunch. As we walked out the door I asked my dad to drive, I was feeling pretty tired and it is really difficult to parallel park when you're 40+ weeks pregnant. Little did I know, this was the best decision I had made in a long time.
After spending a little while at the bookstore, I checked my phone and had an email from Jesse. As I was reading the email, I realized my vision was doing some really strange things. I could see light and color but I could not read the email. It was like I was looking through a windshield during a really really really heavy rainstorm and the wipers weren't doing a damn thing. I told my parents something was wrong with my eyes and I was going to the car. They were already in line to pay for their stuff so it was no big deal. We went down the road to the restaurant for lunch and as we walked to the door to the restaurant I realized that my vision was worse and I was starting to lose my peripheral vision and there was no way in hell we should get lunch. We got back in the car and as we headed back toward home, I called my doctor to find out what I should do. By that time, I couldn't see much and was losing more and more peripheral vision. I spoke with a nurse and the conversation went a little like this:
Nurse: Tell your dad to pull over and you need to hang up and call 9-1-1 right away. The ambulance needs to take you to the nearest hospital.
Me: But I'm in Detroit. The ambulance won't come. Can't we just drive to the hospital where I plan on delivering?
Nurse: No, call 9-1-1, the ambulance needs to take you to the nearest hospital.
Me: Okayyyy... but it will be faster to just drive there myself.
Nurse: You need an ambulance. Call 9-1-1 right now.
Yeah. I happen to know there aren't enough ambulances in the city and was 99.9% sure there was no way in hell an ambulance was coming to get me. I called 9-1-1 anyway and the conversation went something like this:
Operator: What's your emergency?
Me: I'm almost 41 weeks pregnant and just lost my vision. My dr.'s office told me to call 9-1-1 to get an ambulance to take me to the nearest hospital.
Operator: Where are you?
Me: ...gave her the location...
Operator: We don't have any ambulances in the area. You should drive to the nearest hospital.
Duh. I had my dad turn around because the nearest hospital was in Grosse Pointe. Most of the time this was all going on I had my eyes closed because I was freaked out and I was feeling a little sick. After my dad turned around I opened my eyes and lo and behold, I was getting my vision back! Hallelujah!
I told my dad to turn around again so he could drive me to the hospital where I planned on delivering. I called my dr.'s office back and spoke to the nurse.
Me: Yeah I called 9-1-1 and they don't have any ambulances and my vision is actually getting better so I'm just gonna have my dad take me to the hospital.
Nurse: I told you to call 9-1-1, you need an ambulance.
Me: I know. And I told you this is Detroit and an ambulance wouldn't be coming for me.
Nurse: Well okay you need to go straight to the hospital and you need to file a complaint with the city.
Me: Yeah. I work for the city. I'll be doing that.
We made it to the hospital. I was terrified, excited, pissed, but mostly just happy to be at the hospital where they would be able to tell me why I lost my vision and help me if something was really wrong. I checked in and after about 5 minutes, I was taken back to triage.
That's when the fun really began...
I know I look all happy in this photo but it's probably because I just finished resting up and catching my breath from painting one toenail.
My parents and I took lots of walks around the neighborhood and to the Belle Isle Conservatory when it got too cold to be outside. Oh sweet maternity leggings. Don't worry, I didn't wear them out in public until the last week.
I was happy on this day because I could still shove my feet in my beloved Keens! I was unhappy on this day because I was still pregnant and knew Optimus Prime was growing bigger every day and was constantly thinking about where he needed to come out...
Even Willie Horton was getting tired of waiting for Optimus Prime's birth...
When my parents and I went anywhere in the city, I insisted on driving. I like to drive because I get motion sick pretty easily and it was just easier since I knew where I was going. On Thursday November 4, we decided to go to the bookstore to get a couple birthday presents and then we were going to go get lunch. As we walked out the door I asked my dad to drive, I was feeling pretty tired and it is really difficult to parallel park when you're 40+ weeks pregnant. Little did I know, this was the best decision I had made in a long time.
After spending a little while at the bookstore, I checked my phone and had an email from Jesse. As I was reading the email, I realized my vision was doing some really strange things. I could see light and color but I could not read the email. It was like I was looking through a windshield during a really really really heavy rainstorm and the wipers weren't doing a damn thing. I told my parents something was wrong with my eyes and I was going to the car. They were already in line to pay for their stuff so it was no big deal. We went down the road to the restaurant for lunch and as we walked to the door to the restaurant I realized that my vision was worse and I was starting to lose my peripheral vision and there was no way in hell we should get lunch. We got back in the car and as we headed back toward home, I called my doctor to find out what I should do. By that time, I couldn't see much and was losing more and more peripheral vision. I spoke with a nurse and the conversation went a little like this:
Nurse: Tell your dad to pull over and you need to hang up and call 9-1-1 right away. The ambulance needs to take you to the nearest hospital.
Me: But I'm in Detroit. The ambulance won't come. Can't we just drive to the hospital where I plan on delivering?
Nurse: No, call 9-1-1, the ambulance needs to take you to the nearest hospital.
Me: Okayyyy... but it will be faster to just drive there myself.
Nurse: You need an ambulance. Call 9-1-1 right now.
Yeah. I happen to know there aren't enough ambulances in the city and was 99.9% sure there was no way in hell an ambulance was coming to get me. I called 9-1-1 anyway and the conversation went something like this:
Operator: What's your emergency?
Me: I'm almost 41 weeks pregnant and just lost my vision. My dr.'s office told me to call 9-1-1 to get an ambulance to take me to the nearest hospital.
Operator: Where are you?
Me: ...gave her the location...
Operator: We don't have any ambulances in the area. You should drive to the nearest hospital.
Duh. I had my dad turn around because the nearest hospital was in Grosse Pointe. Most of the time this was all going on I had my eyes closed because I was freaked out and I was feeling a little sick. After my dad turned around I opened my eyes and lo and behold, I was getting my vision back! Hallelujah!
I told my dad to turn around again so he could drive me to the hospital where I planned on delivering. I called my dr.'s office back and spoke to the nurse.
Me: Yeah I called 9-1-1 and they don't have any ambulances and my vision is actually getting better so I'm just gonna have my dad take me to the hospital.
Nurse: I told you to call 9-1-1, you need an ambulance.
Me: I know. And I told you this is Detroit and an ambulance wouldn't be coming for me.
Nurse: Well okay you need to go straight to the hospital and you need to file a complaint with the city.
Me: Yeah. I work for the city. I'll be doing that.
We made it to the hospital. I was terrified, excited, pissed, but mostly just happy to be at the hospital where they would be able to tell me why I lost my vision and help me if something was really wrong. I checked in and after about 5 minutes, I was taken back to triage.
That's when the fun really began...
Thursday, November 11, 2010
not so quick to laugh at "your mom" jokes anymore.
Hello everyone! I had a baby!! I am working on a post telling you all about it. All the gory, gory details. I will tell you things that you wish you didn't know. Things that will be burned into your brain forever. The next time you see me you won't be able to look me in the eye.*
Until then, I leave you with this photo of Henry, the most perfect baby I have ever known.
*Don't worry, I'm mostly kidding about telling you the nasty parts of the story. Unfortunately, there aren't very many lovely parts so if I left out all the nasty parts, it'd be a pretty short story.
Until then, I leave you with this photo of Henry, the most perfect baby I have ever known.
*Don't worry, I'm mostly kidding about telling you the nasty parts of the story. Unfortunately, there aren't very many lovely parts so if I left out all the nasty parts, it'd be a pretty short story.
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